I come from a long line of list-makers, and I’ve evidently passed the list-making gene to my daughter and her two daughters. We make lists for our lists. What doesn’t get crossed off today, gets added to tomorrow until it either gets done (or purchased), or we give up on it completely, and it fades into obscurity. Our hereditary list-writing is akin to Luke telling Leia that she has the power of the Force…
My father has it. I have it. My sister has it.
I will add something to my current list just to be able to cross it off the list. I write lists lest I forget to do something even if that something is days, weeks, or even months in the future or if I never intend to do the things on the list in the first place. What I don’t do is buy cutesy or pretty list paper. I repurpose the blank backsides of junk mail and those extra papers in a bill that don’t show personal information.
Nowadays, I mostly make grocery lists, and give them to my daughter who shops for me. It’s not because I can’t shop on my own. I don’t want to. On those rare occasions that I grocery shop in person, I use a paper/pencil list, because I haven’t embraced making lists on my phone. Crossing off something on a handwritten list is quite satisfying as well as more convenient. When I do shop for myself, it irks the daylights out of me to get to the store and realize I’ve either left my list at home, or I’ve lost it along the way. I never was much of an in-store shopper, and the older I get, the more shopping in person has lost what little luster it held.
Linda G. Hill hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Dan Antion is co-hosting today.
Until next time,
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